A reminder always to hand over to the Divine…especially when the illusion persists that we are in control of any single thing that shows up in our lives.
You’ve been walking the oceans edge holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper and deeper under….
So. India. Beloved country of contrasts, rich colour, soul explosions and utter peace.
Maybe next January you will come to the mountain with me, and be brave, and open to the magic that shifts you forever. Listen to your heart and not your head. Perhaps I will see you there.
So. Mallorca. Soft light, terracotta, ancient olive trees. Dogs barking on the dampening fragrant air of twilight. This is it really. Just the business of being with what is here….with an empty head on what is not.